Subhajit Basak, a third-grade student, delves into the enchanting realm of dreams and fantasy. His poetic journey captures the magic of friendship, the tender embrace of a mother’s love, and the fanciful allure of fairies and unicorns.
MY DREAM
There came a unicorn,
Telling me of a new morn.
A fairy whispered soft and sly,
Promising me the chance to fly.
Then came my friends, all so dear,
With endless play and joyful cheer.
My mother’s hands, so warm and kind,
Held me close as dreams unwind.
In her embrace, I found peace,
And my dream came to a gentle cease.
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